I needn't have worried, i liked them right away, both in their late fifties, early sixties, i was 30 years old so a fair age gap, Scott was a fine loo...king gent and Janet still had her looks, i imagined she must have been a real head Turner in her day, she was still a good looking woman, and probably still turning men's heads, it was hard to believe they were a couple of swingers, but that's what they were, and they were going to look after us and help us, Willie, realise his fantasy, a. " Oh yes, of course," she agreed immediately. "That's the best word. I don't know why, but I never liked it before. After we fucked," she resumed, "I couldn't move. My whole body tingled like pins and needles only far more intense and it felt so lovely. My eyes were open but everything was so bright and I couldn't work out what I was looking at. And there was this rushing sound in my ears; I could hear other things, like when you were getting dressed, but they seemed far away. And there was. There on the dark oval coffee table was the golden glass candy jar. My family was very big on sweets. My Aunt Madelyn always had jars and jars of candy on her counter. My sister and I would fill up on mini candy bars, cheese balls and bubble gum on our weekly Saturday night visits. At my Nana and Papas though, there was only the faceted, gold, Depression glass jar. Inside it were the ever-present peppermint patties and my goal- the bag of black licorice tied closed with a rubber band. I. We gotta cool it," I said. Seemed better than saying 'your son got too grabby'."Crap," she glanced over at my Dad. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise." I'm going to hold you to that." I opened the rear door for her. "Hey Colin. Let's switch, Ok? I want to talk to Mom a bit."I saw him struggle against the urge to argue, but how could he? "Sure," he finally said, sounding more than a little dejected.I went over and joined Mom. "That Ok with you, Mom?" Of course. I'd love to have a chance to.